Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Served with a side of rambling

photo credit goes to Miss Brynlee

I love how Jace says Marlee – sounds way more like Molly, with a long,
drawn out “o” that makes more of an “aw” sound than an “o” sound. “Little Mawly,”
he’ll say. Unless he says it three times in a row like he often does, then it
sounds more like Marty. “Little Mawty, Mawty, Mawty,” he’ll say.

This morning he overheard Spencer and me talking about it. “Her names
not Molly,” he corrected us, “it’s Mawly!” I winked at Spencer – case and point.

However he pronounces her name that kid loves his little sister. Both
of them actually. “Sissy” and “Little Mawly” are sure lucky to have him around
too. He’s protective and defending, loving and giving, with a large dose of hilarious.
The boy makes me so proud.

I can’t believe it’s already Wednesday! Can you? And August 15th! Holy crap. Time - it flies. We
registered Brynlee for 1st grade yesterday; it’s already that time
of year {sigh}. And while registering Brynlee we ran in to
Miss Lori. Come September she will be teaching Jace preschool. I am having a
hard time accepting the fact that Jace is old enough to go to preschool. Although
he is actually six months older than Brynlee was when she first attended, he still
seems too little. I’m trying to put on my big girl panties and not be nervous
about the whole ordeal. I mean it’s not like I’m sending the boy off to college
– he will be gone two hours a day, two days a week - but still, I’m anxious about
it. Mainly because he has yet to successfully attend a church class {or
anything, really} without Spencer or I by his side. I’m not sure he’s capable.

Brynlee, Marlee and their Great Grandma Marilyn - look at Marlee smiling at her

My Grandma and Grandpa stopped by for a quick visit on Monday
afternoon. It was their first time meeting “Mawly”. Grandpa cried when he held
her. And he cried again when I showed him pictures of my cousin Kaleena’s new baby,
Elliette. And he cried again when Jace and Brynlee gave him a hug goodbye. He’s
turned into a bit of a softie. A far cry from his younger years, I’m afraid. He’s
proud of us – all of us: his kids, their spouses, his grandkids and his
grandkid’s kids. I know because he told me. We talked about turning 84 {him and
Marlee share the same birthday}, and about how fast life goes. “It’s kind of
like a big dream,” he told me. “I have a lot of regrets, but there are things to
be proud of too.” His life wasn’t easy, and I am sure he does have regrets. But
you know what, I am proud of him too.

Grandpa Jess and the kids

On Monday night we headed to Arctic Circle for some ice-cream. I think
I am going to have to cross the Arctic Circle on Center Street off my list of
places to go. It stinks like stale burnt oil. Marlee’s car seat still has a
potent oil smell and I had to shower before I got into bed that night because
my hair smelt like a chicken fryer. Gag!

I’ve been spending my free time after the kids are in bed turning my
blog into books. 2008 and 2009 are completely done, ordered, and should be
arriving in the mail in the next few days. 2010 is waiting for a few finishing
touches; I’m hoping to get it ordered this evening. It makes me happy to
finally get it done. It’s something I have been meaning to do for like ever. So
yea!

I took picture on Sunday for my 12 on the 12th; I just haven’t
gotten around to putting them in the grid. That was actually what I sat down to
do while the kids played in the sprinklers, but I started rambling instead. And now their
done and its lunch time, and they’ve asked to go to the movies today, and well,
I’m just not getting to it. Maybe tomorrow.

P.S. You should watch an episode of The
Big Bang Theory sometime today. It’s laugh out loud funny.